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I knew she wouldn’t last long. She’d been too close to the precipice of an orgasm before.

My tongue worked over her clit as I devoured her, savoring the taste of her perfect pussy on my lips.

Adding a third finger, she hissed at the sting of the stretch, and I glanced up her body to watch as she rolled her nipples between her fingers in response.

Her hips started to move, and I groaned at the feeling of her starting to ride my fingers. I wanted her sitting on my face next time. I wanted to feel her gush all over my tongue.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begged, as I started to fuck her faster with my fingers.

Her pussy suddenly clamped down on my fingers, and her back arched as she came with a shout. The only reason I stopped was because I was powerless not to watch her in awe. She was so beautiful when she came.

I was standing before I even realized it. The need to be back inside her so strong that I was fully sheathed and fucking her before she’d even fully come down from her high.

One thigh was still draped over my shoulder, and I stretched her legs wide as I leaned forward to fuck into her as hard and as fast as I could.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted in time with my every movement. “Trace…don’t stop.”

I could feel the muscles inside her starting to flutter again already, and I wasn’t far off myself.

Delaney pulled my head down, licking her tongue across my lips to gather up her own essence, and then she kissed me deeply.

I wrapped my arms around her, pinning her leg between us as my hips took up a pace I’d never had in me before. The desk screeched as it shifted across the floor, but I didn’t slow down. I was chasing a high that we both needed, an explosive ending that I needed to experience with the woman in my arms.

I felt my balls draw tight as I grew closer, and for a moment, I worried that I wouldn’t be able to get her there with me.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Delaney cried out.

“Come with me, baby,” I growled, holding onto her tight.

I thrust into her as hard as I could once, twice, and then with the third, we both shattered, crying out in ecstasy as the pleasure overwhelmed our senses.

There had never been anything as perfect as the time I spent with Delaney. It shattered my soul and remade me into a better man every single time.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

DELANEY

Trace tucked a blanket firmly around us as he held me cocooned against his chest, and I sighed in happiness. This hadn’t been my plan when I came here to talk to him.

“This is a suspiciously comfortable couch for an office,” I commented cheekily, and Trace barked out a laugh.

“I may have slept here once or twice in the past,” he answered honestly, and my mind immediately went back to his confession in the pasture.

“Is she still causing you trouble?”

“Yes. But I’m finally letting the authorities deal with it rather than trying to do it on my own.”

“Your mother is going to love that,” I quipped somewhat bitterly and then immediately wanted to take it back.

“Tell me about it. I doubt I even would have married Chelsea if it wasn’t for her constant interference in my life. We barely talk anymore, though. Once I saw Booker set up at the ranch and start being happy for the first time in our lives, it opened my eyes to a lot of the stuff I’d been blind to. If it wasn’t for him, I’d probably still be married to Chelsea. I owe him a lot.”

“He always was the best of you.”

“Hey,” Trace objected, tickling my ribs, and I laughed. “Well, you might be right there. I haven’t exactly done anything to prove you wrong.”

I didn’t correct him, and for a split second, I saw the hurt in his eyes.

“What are we doing, Trace? This is crazy, right? We need to talk. We can’t just keep having amazing sex to avoid our issues.”

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